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This proposal is exactly what Li Bai wants, and the scenery of the Moke Pool is so beautiful that it really aroused Li Bai's poetic interest. However, this poetic interest is not strong, because the poems written by Wei Wan just now were like a nightmare that enveloped Li Bai's heart and could not be dispersed.

So Li Bai replied, "My wife, the scenery of Moke pool is beautiful and beautiful. We might as well go around the surroundings to enjoy the views and relax first. When the sun is about to droop, it is not too late to write a poem."

Xu Lanxian saw that Li Bai was not very excited about poetry here, so he did not force it and nodded. Then he accompanied Li Bai to travel around and enjoy it, and he was very happy to talk and laugh.

It is worthy of gratitude that the two of them did not meet Wei Wan and the others again after the trip. So at dusk, Li Bai and Xu Lanxian arrived at the Moke Pool as promised. They stepped on the evening breeze. Li Bai picked up his brush and raised his head to think about it, and wrote a poem that is of the best quality, "Climbing the Sanhua Tower in Jincheng", which says:

The sun shines on the top of Jincheng, and the flower building is scattered in the morning light.

Embroidered windows are clipped with gold windows, and silver hooks are hung with beads and foils.

The flying ladder is in the green clouds, and my worries are scattered.

The evening rain reaches the Three Gorges, and the spring river flows around the twin rivers.

Now I will see you, like the Nine Heavens Traveling.

This poem describes what Li Bai saw and heard around Moke Pool this day. It was opened with the sun shining in the early morning and the rain towards the Three Gorges.

The whole poem means: "The red sun shines on the top of Jinguan City, and the morning glow dyes the scattered flower building dazzlingly. The window lattices on the building shine with golden light, and the paintings on the door are as beautiful as brocade. The curtains made of pearls are hung on the silver curtain hooks, and the stairs that are about to fly rise among the green trees.

Standing at the head of the building and looking around, all the sadness and resentment were swept away. The dim evening rain drifted towards the Three Gorges, and the spring water of the river surrounded Shuangliu City. Today I came here to climb the tower and looked, which was like visiting the Nine Heavens." (This passage is not original, excerpted from Poetry Network)

After writing the poem, Li Bai asked Xu Lanxian how this poem was. After looking at it, Xu Lanxian was deeply impressed, with a pride on her face, and was proud of her husband's literary talent.

But Xu Lanxian was not in a hurry to praise Li Bai's good poem. Instead, she frowned deliberately and said, "My husband, this poem is all-round, but you still accidentally left a flaw."

"Oh?" Li Bai was stunned. He didn't expect Xu Lanxian to say so. Since childhood, Li Bai has been very confident in his literary talent and poetry. He is confident to the end and does not need to make any corrections when writing it. Therefore, now when Xu Lanxian says that there are flaws, he feels like he is being stabbed by a needle in his heart, and it seems that his confidence has been hit.

However, Li Bai was not angry because he knew that although Xu Lanxian was a female, his literary talent and poetry were also amazing. So like a thirsty student, he humbly asked his wife, "Madam, how dare you ask where this flaw is? Please give me some advice!"

Seeing Li Bai's appearance, Xu Lanxian couldn't help but smile and felt that his husband was so cute. After a pause, he pointed to the second line of the poem and said, "My husband, look, what about this!"

Li Bai looked at it and saw that the flaw in Xu Lanxian's pointing was the word "silver". The embroidered house was clipped with a gold window, and the beaded foil was hung with a silver hook. The word "silver" was written on it.

Li Bai looked around, carefully compared and thought for a few minutes, and felt that the word "silver" was not inappropriate. He asked with confusion: "Madam, is this door curtain made of pearls indeed hanging on the silver curtain hook? It seems that nothing is wrong?"

"My husband, you said it well, but take a closer look." Xu Lanxian pointed to the curtain hook on the window door and explained: "Although this curtain hook is silver-white, its material is beautiful jade, and the workmanship is particularly delicate and delicate. So, you only use the word "silver" to describe its color. Isn't it a bit shallow?"

When Xu Lanxian said this, Li Bai suddenly realized that it was true. If we look at it roughly, the word "silver" does not affect the momentum of the whole poem, but after Xu Lanxian analyzed this, Li Bai felt that the word "silver" was somewhat lacking in artistic conception and very single, and only described the color of the curtain hook.

"Hiss! What Madam said is very true, this is indeed a flaw." Li Bai continued to look like a thirsty student and asked Xu Lanxian humbly: "My wife, according to your opinion, what kind of character should be replaced with the word "silver"?"

"My husband." Xu Lanxian said confidently: "I think the word 'Qiong' is better."

"Jong?"

"Yes, my husband, Qiong!" Xu Lanxian explained: "The embroidered house is clipped in the golden window, and the beaded foil is hung on Qiong hook."

"A gold window is clamped with an embroidered house, and bead foil is hung with a qin hook." After thinking about it repeatedly, Li Bai clapped his hands and said, "Okay! This word is well changed! Silver hook, Qiong hook, and this Moke Pond are beautiful in the scenery, and nothing should be found in the world."

"If you use the word 'silver' to replace the curtain hook, it will seem too contaminated with the world, just like a piece of flawless jade falling from the sky to the earth, and then falling into pieces. But if you use the word 'Qiong', it will be different."

"What's the difference?" Xu Lanxian smiled and cooperated with Li Bai and asked, "Let's listen."

"My wife!" Li Bai analyzed happily, "Qiong, the meaning of exquisiteness. Only the extremely exquisite things can be worthy of the beautiful scenery of the Moke Pond and Sanhua Building. The word "Qiong" alone embellishes the whole poem with more artistic conception, just like a bird depicted on paper suddenly gaining spiritual energy and dancing outside the paper. Wonderful, you are really wonderful to change the word "My wife"!"

"It should be that my husband, you are so beautiful." At this moment, Xu Lanxian praised Li Bai and said, "In just a few short sentences, we will fully describe what we see and hear about Moke Pond and Sanhua Tower today. My husband's literary talent is really something I admire. In the future, my husband will be famous all over the world and be remembered forever."

Li Bai was very happy to hear this praise. He smiled from ear to ear as if he had eaten honey. For Li Bai, being able to get others was definitely a very fulfilling thing, especially his wife Xu Lanxian, who is proficient in poetry, songs, music, music, calligraphy and painting.

Seeing that the dusk was about to droop, the sky was getting dark, and pedestrians on the road were already sparse, Li Bai and Xu Lanxian returned to the inn happily. All night, both of them were in happiness.

As for the poem "Climbing the Sanhua Tower in Jincheng" on the paper, it was left on the table here. Li Bai felt that since the poem had a wrong word, there was no need to keep it as a souvenir. It was precisely because of this that the poem was seen by Wei Prince Wei Wan the next day.

He said that yesterday he actually went to the market to buy a persimmon and smashed it on the ground. When he looked at the pool of yellow persimmons, he finally understood the meaning of the sentence "persimmons blooming on the thatched cottage". He was very angry, and he was angry that the poem he had worked hard to write was as hard as being scolded. He immediately seemed to be coming to Li Bai to fight with Wen. As a result, Li Bai and Xu Lanxian went to play, so they didn't meet.

But Wei Wan was unwilling to give up and took people to look for it after a while. Coincidentally, Li Bai and Xu Lanxian were not found, but found the boy with white paper. Seeing this, Wei Wan became even more angry, after all, this was the word from this person.

Wei Wan was very interesting, but he was not very angry with others. He was convinced by virtue, and he stopped the young man by slapping the white paper and insisted on saying that he wanted to fight with his own words.

But the boy who fanned the white paper ignored Wei Wan and didn't say anything more to him. But the more he did, the more Wei Wan pestered the boy who fanned the white paper. Wei Wan would go wherever he went.

Later, the boy with white paper fan was impatient, so he jumped up, and used his light skills to step on the roofs on both sides of the street to escape. But what he never expected was that although Wei Wanpang was a little fatter, he could actually have light skills, and he was even more powerful than him.

The boy with white paper fan used all his strength to get rid of Wei Wan's entanglement, but no matter what, he couldn't get rid of it. He kept following his side, muttering to fight in literature, or he would just keep pestering him.

As they did, the two of them flew around, entangled each other, looking endlessly. However, although Wei Wan's light skills were better, because he was a little fat, his inner breathing endurance was not as good as that of the boy who fanned the white paper.

Taking advantage of Wei Wan's weakness, the boy who fanned the white paper finally got rid of him and hurriedly found a place to hide and rest. Wei Wan was already very tired, so he had to go back to the inn and rest.

And this sleep lasted half a day and a night, snoring like a pig. When he woke up the next day, Wei Wan was the first to come to the Sanhua Building of Mokechi, thinking that Li Bai, Xu Lanxian, or the boy with white paper fan would come here again, thinking that they would wait until they tangle and fight again.

However, before people arrived, they saw the song "Climbing the Sanhua Tower in Jincheng" left by Li Bai on the Sanhua Tower. Wei Wancai was shocked when he saw it, and was shocked by the words on the rice paper, feeling that the exquisiteness of each word was a masterpiece.

With just a moment of blindness, Wei Wan completely fell in love with these words. He also decided in his heart that he would take them home and frame them, make them into a copybook and hang them in the study for himself to appreciate.

"That's great, this word is written so well!" Holding the words written by Li Bai, Wei Wan couldn't let go and praised him as if he had picked up money.

But it took a long time, suddenly, the smile on Wei Wan's face suddenly froze. For no reason, it was just because he saw two very simple and conspicuous words, signed by Li Bai.

"Ha? No way?" Wei Wan was stunned when he saw the signature name, and asked to himself with disbelief: "These words were written by Xiao Li Baibai? What are he writing?"

As he said that, Wei Wan carefully read the poem "Climbing the Sanhua Tower in Jincheng" written by Li Bai from beginning to end. As a result, Wei Wan only felt that the poem reads smoothly and rhymely, and it is not slight to read, and he can no longer appreciate anything else.

Just at this moment, the literati who compliments Wei Wan came. After saying hello and asking this question, Wei Wan showed them the poem written by Li Bai and asked them to appreciate it.

When these people saw that the signator was Li Bai's name, they thought it was Wei Wan and Li Bai who had just had a literary fight. They all knew that Li Bai's poem was good, but in order to continue to make Wei Wan happy to cheat food and drink, he opened his eyes and told each other lies, and said that Li Bai's poem was bad.

"No?" Wei Wan was puzzled after hearing this and said, "The words he wrote are so good, and I like this poem more and more as I read. How could it be bad?"

The book secretly states that Wei Wan is not an ordinary person, but the eldest son of Wei Tengyun, the richest man in the Tang Dynasty. Moreover, Wei Tengyun is extremely low-key. He clearly has wealth that is as rich as a country, but whenever he goes out, he always has ragged straw sandals and plain shirts. No one can recognize him when standing in the crowd.

Wei Tengyun wanted Wei Wan to inherit his family business, but Wei Wan was born a little slow and did not have the ability to manage this family business. But Wei Tengyun did not give up and was unwilling to give up. So since childhood, except to teach Wei Wan to learn to read, everything else was about business and business.

But things in the world are so interesting. If you are willing to arrange flowers and flowers, you will not bloom. If you are unintentionally plant willows and willows, you will become shade. The more you teach Wei Wan to do business, the less you will like to do business, and instead fall in love with poetry, songs and essays, wanting to become a knowledgeable sage.

However, due to the repeated suppression of his father Wei Tengyun, Wei Wan did not do anything great in poetry and songs. The only thing worthy of praise is that Wei Wan is not bad in nature and especially admires those who are better than him.

Although I can't tell the good or bad poems of Li Bai, I feel that it is much better than my own. But after all the literati around me can't say it well, Wei Wan was a little hesitant and thought it was just a good word; it seemed like there were two disagreeable voices in my mind.

Just when Wei Wan didn't know what to do, suddenly, a lively restlessness came from not far from Sanhua Tower. Wei Wan and others looked at him and saw a group of people coming towards the Sanhua Tower.

These people were wearing official uniforms and holding official swords, with domineering and mighty aura. When they passed by, they did not bother the people, but instead they were talking nonsense, pointing fingers and causing a lot of noise.

In front of these group of officials, a middle-aged man looked like a thirty-five or six. He was wearing a plain dress and looked like a leader. When he came to the downstairs of Sanhua Tower, he waved his hand and asked his official man to stop and wait in place, and climb up the tower and walk up the tower.

Wei Wan was curious and asked the person next to him, "Do you know who this person is? He is a magistrate. Could it be that anyone among you who broke the law and came to arrest you?"

These literati looked at me with mutual suspicion, and I looked at you. Finally, a smile answered in the middle, "Mr. Wei, I know who this person is. His name is Su Qi, and his official position is very strong. He is the Minister of Rites." (彩, ting, three tones)

After hearing this, everyone knew that the Minister of Rites was the minister in charge of etiquette, sacrifice, feast, academic institutions, imperial examinations and foreign affairs activities in the court. (Equivalent to the current Minister of the Central Propaganda Department and Minister of Foreign Affairs, Education, and Culture.)

"Mr. Wei." The man explained again: "I heard that he took the initiative to dismiss the position of prime minister. The emperor felt sorry for him and appointed him as the Chief Secretary of the Yi Prefecture."

"So that's it!" Wei Wan paused and asked again: "Then is his literary talent very good?"

"Of course, Mr. Wei, he is a minister of the Ministry of Rites and a high-ranking official. How could he not be powerful?" The man said again: "I also heard that he was extremely smart since childhood, and he could do dozens of skills at a glance, and had the ability to remember everything he saw."
Chapter completed!